With my face of a foreigner
Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd
My hair in the four winds
With my eyes all faded
That give me the air of dreaming
Me who doesn't dream often anymore
With my hands of a marauder
Of a musician and a prowler
Who have pillaged so many gardens
With my mouth that has drunk
That has kissed and bitten
Without ever satisfying its hunger

With my face of a foreigner
Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd
Of a thief and a vagabond
With my skin that has rubbed
In the sun of all summers
And everything that wore a skirt
With my heart that has known how to make
Suffer as much as it has suffered
Without making a fuss about it
With my soul that no longer has
The slightest chance of salvation
To avoid purgatory

With my face of a foreigner
Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd
And my hair in the four winds
I will come, my sweet captive
My soul mate, my living source
I will come to drink your twenty years
And I will be a prince of blood
Dreamer or adolescent
As you will choose
And we will make each day
An eternity of love
That we will live to die

(And I will be a prince of blood)
(Dreamer or adolescent)

And we will make each day
An eternity of love
That we will live to die

And we will make each day
An eternity of love
And we will make each day
An eternity of love
That we will live to die

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